an ode I now to you write
to tell of inner strife and pain
to my heart you are the light
and all my life is had in vain

my love for you knows bounds not
with my heart your games you play
to be and then to be not
never mean you what you say

friends, more than, friends again
my heart breaking all the while
remember not I when these begin
sustaining me your warm bright smile

say I time and time over
love you I do, believe me no
ask again I be my lover
why not — do not you know

[circa 1987]